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Sabertooth eyed him warily. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been this far gone, the Wolverine was raging and screaming in his head, demanding vengeance. It didn’t help all the scents he was picking up in the area. He had thought the girl’s blood was bad, but the scent of the man that was all over her was going to be the end of him.
“I said PUT. HER. DOWN.” The claws were literally vibrating with the suppressed rage that had every single muscle in his entire body clenched tightly. God her poor face. Her beautiful face. He couldn’t even look at it, battered so badly that you couldn’t even tell what had been where, just a massive swollen, bleeding pile of flesh was all that was left. Creed must have noticed in the sound of his voice, or his scent or just by the look of him that this wasn’t a time for jokes or questions. He gently placed her down on the ground in front of him.
It took seconds and he was kneeling by her side. He let a hand gently hover over what used to be her cheek and chin. It took him a few moments to calm down enough to get the claws back in so he could touch her without slicing her. He reached into his pocket, absently noticing how badly his hand was shaking as he had to make a grab twice for the small metal object that was inside. Lifting it up, he placed it along the collar and as soon as he heard the click of the lock disengaging, yanked it from her neck and tossed it down the hallway.
Her body gave a slight spasm as her powers restored to their full strength and he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her injuries starting to slowly heal themselves. She would be okay and he was sure anything her power couldn’t heal, his could, all he had to do was touch her, but now was not the time. He needed to be at full power if he was going to get her and Hank out of there.
He stood up and walked the small distance to the cell that she had obviously been occupying the past week and almost threw up. The smell of her blood was everywhere along with the men who had abused her. He looked around and saw the bodies of the guards in pieces and his only regret was that he couldn’t resurrect them and kill them again. His eyes scanned the room and then stopped on the pile of three small bodies in the corner. He felt the growl deep in his chest.
Sabertooth walked over and stood next to him, eyeing the room with disgust. “Soon as they realized they couldn’t take me out they killed the girls. Must have had orders to take them out if it looked like they’d be rescued,” he said, his voice tight and controlled. The smells in the room must have been effecting him just as badly.
He turned then and slammed into Creed with his full weight, pinning him to the wall with a set of claws through his shoulder blade. Sabertooth snarled at the pain and the Wolverine glared at him, “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t gut you right here and leave your healing corpse for the lab rats to play with?”
Sabertooth growled, trying to push him off, but not able to get enough leverage to get the claws out of his shoulder. “Get off me runt before someone gets hurt.”
“Seems to me you’re in no position to be making demands,” he said, pressing the claws in harder and twisting slightly, watching as the pain played across Creed’s face, “What happened to the matchstick and fly catcher? You all left before Hank and I had a chance to say goodbye.”
“Sent them on ahead. I had business else ware,” he snarled. A large explosion close by shook the entire building and made Logan unbalanced enough to give Sabertooth the room he needed to push him off, knocking him into the opposite wall. He rubbed at his shoulder as the wounds quickly knitted back together. “Soon as they’re airborne they got orders to light this place up and I suggest we aren’t in it when they do.”
Wolverine was torn on the issue, all he wanted to do was spend the next hour releasing all his pent up anger using Sabertooth as a pin cushion, but a small moan from the hallway stopped him. He reached down and snagged an army jacket from one of the dead guards. Walking over he quickly put it on the girl, protecting her skin from touching his own as he lifted her up, cradling her to his chest. Her face was still swollen and a wide arrange of colors due to bruising, but he could now make out distinctly two eyes, a nose, and a mouth and he could look at her again without the overpowering urge to run something thru.
He looked over at Sabertooth who was leaning against the wall staring at them. He should have been long gone by now but Logan was getting the distinct impression he wasn’t planning on leaving the girl’s side and while he didn’t like the idea, it was going to be hard making it back to Hank with the girl in his arms and get the three of them out of there all by himself. If Creed was going to hang around he could at least be useful.
“I’m not leaving without Hank,” he said gruffly, “Non-negotiable.”
Sabertooth just glared at him for a moment, shook his head, “Fucking X-men. All that soft do-gooder shit is going to get you killed one of these days runt.” Then he gave a small bow, with a wave of his arm and a feral grin on his face, “Ladies first.”
Logan ignored the taunt and started heading down the corridor back towards Hank’s hiding place. That last blast had seemed to silence most of the gunfire and if they were lucky, they’d make it to the other side of compound without any incident. If they were lucky. He didn’t get his hopes up.